Boys are gassy.
My boys have perfected this fact into an art and a perpetual performance in our home.
Here is a little script of just one of those performances.
Liam is ... flatulent.
Tristan: Ewwwww! Your fart smells like cookies!
Dad: What's wrong with that? Cookies smell great.
Tristan: Not those kind of cookies - poo cookies!
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